Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Dana insisted. "I'm sorry for keeping a secret from you, Dana. But I hope it won't change your mind about me." Marcus nervously said, as he starts sweating. Dana gently held Marcus' hand, as she gave him an encouraging smile. "I trust you, Marcus." she firmly stated. Marcus took a deep, calming breath and he mustered all his courage to speak. "Dana, my grandfather, Michael Montserrat was the Godfather or the leader of an organized Mafia crime group, which is notoriously called as "La Familia." he started.

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

Marco's voice was muffled against her neck, thick with lust, but the words came through crystal clear: "Love her? Please. I've been playing a role for ten years, and I'm sick of pretending. Without her trust fund and the Moretti name, I wouldn't waste my time touching her." Isabella giggled. "What if she finds out? The Moretti family... they're not just some old money, are they? Aren't they... Mafia?" "What's to be afraid of?" Marco's voice was dripping with arrogance. "The Morettis are a ghost story. They're finished. She thinks I don't know who she is? I've known for a decade. She's just some stupid woman with a pile of cash. I can play her however I want."

“I’ve been expecting your call.” Tristan. The man my father once wanted me to marry. The son of a powerful ally, raised in the same dark world I was. We’d known each other since we were kids—but we were never friends. If it were up to me, nemesis would’ve been a better word for Tristan. Still, I always knew—out of all the men in New York’s mafia circles, he was the only one who could match me. Maybe even outmatch me. So just this once, I chose to trust my father’s judgment. And put my faith in the man I used to call my enemy.

Just don't go easy on him, okay? As I left the basement, the groans picked up again but quickly faded into silence. Fiona took me to a room that was decked out in all my favorite colors. My graffiti art covered the walls, each piece framed, with my wobbly 'Cole' signature in the corner. Before I was taken, we were not exactly rolling in dough. Three of us crammed into one room, but we were a happy bunch. "Mom, how in the world did you end up running a casino in Macoria? And where did all this cash come from?"

He sipped his drink, as he spoke his lips twisted to the side. I shook my head as the whiskey hit my throat. “You can't be so sure. President Guma is not going to listen to anyone. The upcoming elections will be great and just one candidate will be elected. You should consider Politics my friend. You have a good reputation plus you've got the money”. He cackled in laughter. I joined him knowing that I have no plans of going into politics. I rule the crime world, the Mafia unworld. None of that politics shit matters. He beamed at me and hit the table slightly.

The mafia prince! The Thunderstorm family looked at the mysterious man in shock, their eyes not believing what they saw, especially Trevor and Vanessa! “Our son…,” Trevor whispered. “… is the infamous Mafia Prince.” Vanessa completed. The demon king rushed out of the cave and dove straight into the river, his black figure a sharp contrast against the gigantic, silvery-white waterfall. Vance did not hesitate to follow suit. “Noooo!” Azrion screamed, horrified at what the love of his life was attempting to do.